How far does this forest go?I ask you, my beloved who walks with me in this narrow path down the forest floor amid fallen trees in stormy days and burnt grass in the summer, amid glowing skies and orange clouds… night wind, dark flowers and ​surprises..

Time always passes by this way in my world. It comes quietly, and then it goes away in just a few breaths--a shaking of leaves, a butterfly signing off by fluttering its leaves towards the closing afternoon, leaving me in awe.